Khaled by F. Marion Crawford (best e book reader android TXT) 📕

northeast side of the city where the burial-ground is situated. Here he laid the body of his father-in-law in the tomb which the latter had prepared for himself during his lifetime, and afterwards, dismissing the mourners, he went back into the city to the palace.

After the days of mourning were accomplished, the will of the Sultan was made known, though indeed the people were well acquainted with it already. By his will Khaled succeeded to the sovereignty of the kingdom of Nejed and to all the riches and treasures which the Sultan had accumulated during his lifetime. But the people received the announcement with acclamations and much joy, followed by a great feasting, for which innumerable camels were slain. Khaled also called all the chief officers and courtiers to a banquet and addressed them in a few words, according to his manner.

“Men of Nejed,” he said, “it has pleased Allah to remove to the companionship of the faithful our master the Sultan, my revered father-in-law, upon whom be peace, and to set me up among you as King in his stead, being the husband of his only daughter, which you all know. As for the past, you know me; but if I have wronged any man let him declare it and I will make reparation. And if not, let none complain hereafter. But as for the future I will be a just ruler so long as I live, and will lead the men of Nejed to war, when there is war, and will divide the spoil fairly; and in peace I will not oppress the people with taxes nor change the just and good laws of the kingdom. And now the feast is prepared. Sit down cheerfully, and may Allah give us both the appetite to enjoy and the strength to digest all the good things which shall be set before us.”

But Khaled himself ate sparingly, for his heart was heavy, and when they had feasted and drunk treng juice and heard music, he retired to the harem, where he found Zehowah sitting with Almasta, the Georgian woman, there being no other women present in the room. He was surprised when he saw Almasta, though he knew that the captive women had been lodged in the palace, the distribution of the spoil from the war having been put off by the mourning for the Sultan.

When Almasta heard him enter, she looked up quickly and a bright colour rose in her face, as when the juice of a pomegranate is poured into milk, and disappeared again as the false dawn before morning, leaving no trace. Khaled sat down.

“Is not this the woman of whom you spoke?” Zehowah asked. “I knew her from the rest by her red hair.”

“This is the woman. Your father would have taken her for his wife. But Allah has disposed otherwise.”

“She is beautiful. She is worthy to be a king’s wife,” said Zehowah.

“The Sultan?” asked Almasta, for she hardly understood. Her face turned as white as bone bleached by the sun, and her fingers trembled, while her eyes were cast down.

Zehowah looked at Khaled and laughed.

“See how she trembles and turns pale before you,” she said. “And a little while ago her face was red. You have found a torch wherewith to kindle this lamp, and a breath that can extinguish it.”

“I do not know,” Khaled answered. But he looked attentively at Almasta and remained silent for some time. “It is now necessary to divide the spoils of the war,” he said at last, “and to bestow such of these women as you do not wish to keep upon the most deserving of the officers.”

“My lord will surely take the fairest for himself, since she loves him,” said Zehowah, again laughing, but somewhat bitterly.

“May my tongue be cloven and my eyes be put out, may my hands wither at the wrists and my feet fall from my ankles, if I ever take any wife but you,” said Khaled. “Yallah! So be it.”

When Zehowah heard him say this, even while Almasta’s face was unveiled before him, she understood that he was greatly in earnest.

“Let me keep her for my handmaid,” she said at last.

“Is she mine that you need ask me? But it will be wiser to give her to Abdul Kerim, the sheikh of the horsemen. I have promised that the spoil should be fairly divided, and though few have seen this woman many have heard of her beauty. And besides, she would weary you, for she cannot talk in Arabian, nor does she seem quick to learn. Abdul Kerim has the first right, since Allah has removed your father, upon whom be peace.”

“Your words are my laws,” answered Zehowah obediently. “And, indeed, it may be that you are right, for I believe she can neither dance nor sing, nor play upon any musical instrument. She would certainly weary me after a time, as you say. Give her therefore to Abdul Kerim for his share.”

They then made Almasta understand that she was to be given to the sheikh of the horsemen; but when she had understood she shook her head and smiled, though at first she said nothing, so that Khaled and Zehowah wondered whether she had comprehended what they had told her.

“Do you understand what we have told you?” asked Zehowah, who was diverted by her ignorance of the Arabic language.

“I understand.”

“And are you not pleased that you are to be the wife of Abdul Kerim, who is a rich man and still young?”

“I was to be the Sultan’s wife,” said Almasta, with difficulty, looking at Khaled. “You told me so.”

“The Sultan is dead,” Khaled answered.

“Who is the Sultan now?” she asked.

“Khaled is the Sultan,” said Zehowah.

“You said that I should be the Sultan’s wife,” Almasta repeated.

“Doubtless, I said so,” Khaled replied. “But Allah has ordered it otherwise.”

Almasta again smiled and shook her head.

VI

On the following day Khaled made a division of the spoils, and gave